The American Soldier Collection 10: Compromising Love (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  They locked gazes as she used her one hand to press above his shoulder on the bed so she could maneuver onto his shaft.

  She held his gaze as she sunk onto his cock.

  “I love when you’re inside of me. It’s when I feel safe and alive,” she whispered then hugged him tight.

  Zin held himself within her, ran his hands along her back and her ass, squeezing and thrusting upward.

  “You feel like heaven, baby.”

  She licked his neck and then jerked, and he knew the others were joining them.

  He couldn’t believe how turned on he was by sharing Aspen with the team. They had been through everything together and would be like this forever. One team, one family.

  “I think my baby wants a cock in her ass, Storm,” Zin said as he caressed her ass cheeks wider.

  “I think she wants two more cocks inside of her,” Winter said as he climbed onto the bed with his cock in his hand.

  “I think the three of you are pretty damn smart,” Aspen teased. Storm chuckled but Zin thrust upward making her fall forward.

  “I got something right here for that sexy little wiseass mouth,” Winter informed her, and Aspen turned toward Winter’s cock and smiled.

  She swallowed, too, as Winter caressed her hair and moved her closer to his cock. Zin watched her take Winter’s cock into her mouth and Winter moaned.

  “Goddamn, I love this mouth.”

  “Goddamn, I love this ass,” Storm said, and Aspen tightened up as Storm lubricated her ass then thrust his cock into her.

  A series of moans went through them, and then they began to move. Zin thrust in and then out. Storm thrust next as Aspen rocked into both of them while sucking Winter’s cock. They continued to move like this, finding their sync until all that could be heard was moaning and bodies slapping together.

  The bed rocked and creaked. Storm grunted and moaned.

  “Oh hell, my dick is so hard. Fuck, baby, I love this ass. I love it,” Storm said.

  Smack.

  “Fuck!” Zin yelled as he felt Aspen cream, causing him to come inside of her. He jerked his hips wanting to continue but knowing he was already long gone.

  “Grrr.” Winter growled and came in Aspen’s mouth. She swallowed and suckled him until Winter was begging for mercy.

  Storm continued to thrust into Aspen’s ass, smacking her ass cheeks in between thrusts until she screamed her release and pushed back against Storm. It earned her a series of slaps to her ass and then Storm wrapped an arm around her waist and thrust into her ass three hard fast strokes before he came.

  Aspen fell to Zin’s chest and he hugged her to him as Storm pulled from her ass and went to retrieve a washcloth.

  They took care of Aspen and Zin held her in his arms until he heard her calm breathing and knew she was asleep.

  “I love you, Aspen,” he whispered, before he closed his eyes and smiled contently.

  Chapter 6

  Aspen felt her body jerk backward as she left the small business office she was working for after school. Then came the cloth over her mouth, the feel of her falling backward as her heel broke on the ground. She tried to scream but his hold was strong as she struggled to get free from her attacker. Then she saw nothing. She felt nothing until the cold, damp sensation pressed against her naked skin. The rancid smell filled her nostrils and she moaned in pain.

  Blinking her eyes open she felt the heaviness against either side of her. She looked. Who were these women? Why were they all huddling together? Some were crying, whimpering in fear and pain, while others lay bloody and motionless. It hit her all at once. The realization that she was no longer in Texas, no longer on her way home to her small apartment, but instead a victim of abduction.

  She tried to move her body and dislodge the weight of all the other women lying on top of one another like some shield or something. “Don’t move. They’ll hit you again and drug you up,” one young woman whispered. Her eyes were swollen shut, her lip torn and her blouse ripped nearly all the way off.

  Aspen shivered as she realized she was only wearing her bra and panties, and looked and felt pretty battered herself.

  “Where are we?”

  “I don’t know. It’s too dark in here,” she whispered.

  They heard male voices, the sounds not so foreign to her. Russian? Slavic? Romanian?

  She moved into a sitting position and the young woman next to her grabbed her wrist. Aspen gasped at the pain. She wondered if her wrist was sprained or broken.

  “Who’s talking!” The voice came from behind them. Deep, thick accent and all. The woman screamed as the man pulled her up from the pile stepping over bodies in the process.

  He smacked her across the mouth. The woman cried out.

  “No! Stop that. Don’t hurt her. What are you doing? Let me go!” Aspen screamed out as she jumped up and attacked the man hurting the young woman.

  His arm moved so quickly. The grunt, the gurgling sound indicating what he had done.

  Aspen stepped back, falling over the other women who now cried and moaned, pleading for life.

  The woman fell from his arms, all bloody. Dead. He’d stabbed her.

  Aspen ran. Her legs ached, she damned not being able to run faster, because of the pain, the bruises covering her body. She could hardly see but there was a dim light. It was a good distance away, but the fear, the need to live and get free were greater than the pain.

  She felt the blow to the back of her head, then the pain as her knees hit the concrete. She fell forward, the man landing on top of her. He was yelling in Russian and she was fighting him off. She swung her arms, her legs. She even bit him, and then he snapped her arm, breaking the bone. She screamed but continued to fight him until some other men came, grabbing at her, holding her down. His face was inches from hers.

  “You go first, cunt. The boat leaves in an hour,” he spat at her. Then she felt the prick to her skin.

  She cried and pleaded to be free, to be let go and to get to Porter. Her mind went fuzzy and she fought to hold on as they threw her into a metal cage, pulled her broken arm forward and attached handcuffs to it and then top of the cage. The pain was excruciating as her broken arm hung from the top of the cage on the inside. She barely fit into the thing. He shoved her in there, said filthy disgusting things to her as he cupped her breasts, pinched them and laughed telling the men he might fuck her before she was shipped off.

  She cried out, screamed at him, and he slugged her in the mouth, ripped her bra off and grazed her with the knife he had killed the other woman with. “Keep your mouth shut. I’ll be back for you so we can play, in just a few minutes.”

  She shivered and shook with fear. She fell backward and felt as if her arm would tear in half. She blinked in and out of consciousness fighting to hold on in desperation yet wondering if she should succumb to the sedative and give in to unconsciousness so she wouldn’t feel the man’s hands on her when he raped her.

  She moaned and grunted. “Stay awake, stay awake,” she chanted out loud. Then she felt the second prick to her skin.

  “She’s a tough bitch. Will make a great fucking slave won’t she?” one man said.

  “She sure will. I’d love to have her for my own. But taking her means so much more,” the other said in a thick Russian accent. She recognized the voice and fought to hold on to her mind and figure out who it was. Time passed, the pain intensified to a throbbing, painful ache where she began to wish she would just die.

  Her head rolled back, she felt the room spinning, the sounds seeming to echo in her mind as if they were miles away instead of very nearby. She heard thumps, yelling, then silence. Such an eerie silence.

  The cage moved, she blinked her eyes open and saw the mask. It was black, over only the man’s mouth and something was over his head, too. It was as if he were wearing scuba gear but not rubber. His eyes. She focused on his eyes as she moaned. Dark blue, angry, determined, then calm. He lifted his hand and gave a signal. She felt motion around her,
the click of the handcuffs dislodging from the metal above, and then her arm fell. It was numb. She couldn’t feel it.

  There were mumbled words. Words she didn’t understand as she forced her eyes to remain open. Dark blue eyes held her gaze, transfixed on her trying to infuse strength in her somehow.

  “Storm?”

  “Yes, baby. Come on now. Wake up and look at me, baby,” he whispered and she felt his hands on her touching her, caressing her.

  Then came the Russian voice. “You both die.”

  The gunshot echoed in her mind as she watched Storm get shot and fall to the ground dead. The Russian. The one who said he wanted her for his own showed his face. “Iakov.” Aspen screamed in terror and fear. Storm was dead. Storm got shot. Storm, Storm, Storm!

  Aspen was screaming over and over again as she awoke sitting upward and rocking back and forth.

  Storm was right next to her and so were Winter, York, Zin, and Weston.

  She locked gazes with Storm’s concerned eyes and threw herself into his arms and hugged him tight. She cried hysterically like she hadn’t done in years. Not since she had been held against her will.

  “It’s okay now, baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe now. It was just a bad dream.” Storm’s strong voice rumbled through his chest and against hers. She squeezed him so tight as it all came back to her. The memories of her abduction, the pain of her bruising and broken arm. It was so wild. Even now, her arm ached as if remembering the pain.

  She felt the hands caressing her back, her thighs, and with the room illuminated, she began to settle down, remembering where she was and how safe she was.

  She pulled back and Storm cupped her cheek, the look of concern, sadness filled his eyes.

  “I love you, Storm. I love every single one of you guys. I’ve loved you forever. Do you know that? Do you know how long I’ve loved you? I don’t care how long you’ve wanted to have sex with me and kiss me and hold me in your arms. Just know I love you and I figured out why the five of you have always been so important to me. Why I felt this deep connection to each of you,” she said as tears rolled down her cheeks and she reached out and caressed Winter’s cheek then ran her hand along Zin’s arm before taking Weston’s hand and squeezing it. York caressed her thigh and she nodded at him and then looked at Storm.

  “We love you, too, baby. It’s more than just sex, than just wanting to hold you, kiss you, and have you in our bed,” Storm told her.

  She cupped his cheek. “I know everything now.”

  “Do you know how long we’ve loved you?” Zin asked her.

  She shook her head. “You saved me. All of you. I don’t know how you did it. I don’t know how you found me there, dying, giving up hope that I would make it out alive before they shipped me out.”

  “Don’t. Don’t talk about it,” Winter said and cupped her cheek, ran his finger along her chin and jaw.

  She shook her head and smiled. She reached up and kissed his lips then pulled back. She looked at Storm, took his hand, and placed the palm over her heart and held it there.

  “I remember. I saw your eyes, Storm. I saw the mask, the anger, the determination and fear in your bold blue eyes as you unlocked the cage I was in and saved me. I thought you were shot in my dreams. That’s why I screamed your name. But it was my own fear thinking that I could lose you now that I know the truth about what you all did to rescue me. You all saved me back then. Ten years ago. Ten,” she said in disbelief.

  “We got the call from Porter that you were abducted. He was freaking out, and had no way of finding you. We had to use our resources, and when we did and found out their intentions…” Zin stopped talking. Storm took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the top of her fingertips and ran his hand down her arm gently, repeatedly.

  “You were so bruised up and battered. Your arm. God, baby, your arm looked mangled.”

  “You saved me.”

  “We’ve loved you a pretty damn long time, Aspen. Maybe loved you from that moment we saved you, but in more of a protective way. Like you were bound to us and us to you because we shared that experience together. It was always there. This connection,” Storm whispered.

  She nodded her head. “I know, Storm. I felt it, too. I just didn’t know why I felt that way about the five of you. I thought it was some schoolgirl crush. My brother’s older, mature male friends, so sexy and muscular. Throw in being made men and what’s a young, horny girl to feel?” she said teasingly.

  They chuckled. Weston wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed her to him. “Horny, huh?” he asked.

  She chuckled.

  She looked at Storm, Zin, and York then Winter. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked them.

  Weston released her and she turned around, knelt on the bed to face them as they gathered around her there.

  “The doctor said to let you remember on your own and to not push it,” Zin told her.”

  “Well that, and we basically committed about a dozen different crimes to get to you, to locate you, rescue you, get you out of there, and get you medical treatment,” Winter informed her, and they laughed as they mumbled some comments about the scary experience.

  “Holy shit, I remember thinking that Storm was going to get us all kicked out of that hospital in Monterrey for being right on top of the doctors treating you,” Weston said.

  “Monterrey? Mexico?” she asked.

  “Hell yeah. Those fuckers were going to ship you out within the next few minutes and we got to them, took them out, then got to you right before they were moving your cage,” York told her.

  “I heard thumps and groans,” she said.

  “We had to eliminate a few assholes before we lost the opportunity to save you quietly. After all, we were basically in a foreign country without permission,” Winter said.

  “Not that we never did any such things like that before while serving our country,” York teased and they chuckled.

  “Fucking-A!” Weston cheered and they all laughed and hooted.

  Storm cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “We’re never going to let you go, baby. We love you. You’re our everything.”

  “And I love you, too. All of you.” She hugged Storm tightly and he maneuvered her to the bed as she held him and kissed his neck. Weston moved in behind her as York, Zin, and Winter gathered around all of them on the bed.

  She closed her eyes and relished in the moment of happiness. Eyes closed, breathing natural and calm, she thought about how perfect this was and how there was no other place she would rather be. Then she heard the voice in her head. The sound of the man who was giving the order to ship her out to be a sex slave and how she would make a good one.

  Iakov. You slimy fucking bastard.

  Did Andrei know? Andrei said that it had been a mistake. That she wasn’t supposed to be taken and sold, that she was supposed to be his. He said one of his men screwed up. Did he mean Iakov? It couldn’t be. Something wasn’t right. Why did Iakov try to get rid of her? He was a main guard to Andrei, too.

  She would need to talk with Dmitri right away. Something was going on here. Andrei wanted to own her, possess her, yet he allowed her to come here and work Pro-Tech from the inside. Now either he was a pompous asshole who thought his threats and his position in the Russian mob so great that she would obey him, or he set her up. Maybe even counted on her falling in love with these men so he could hurt all of them. Maybe get rid of all of them.

  She needed to clarify that list of names and find out who the rats were pronto. Andrei and Iakov were going down for good. No one was going to mess with her men, her family, ever again. No one.

  * * * *

  When Porter arrived at the house on Sunday he could tell that things were different. His friends, his family as far as he was concerned, had finally made their move and claimed his sister Aspen as their woman.

  He thought he felt a bit of nervousness. Perhaps it was that brotherly protectiveness he always had when it came to
Aspen, but it quickly disappeared as she smiled wide, Storm’s hand protectively and possessively at her waist with the others surrounding her.

  “Porter!” she exclaimed and ran to him. Her long onyx hair cascaded down her back and bounced as she closed the space between them. She looked so mature, sophisticated, and gorgeous one second, and then so youthful, energetic, and like a child who received the present she had been asking for at Christmas.

  He lifted her in his arms twirled her around, like he always did, and hugged her tight. He kissed the top of her head and she squeezed him snuggly.

  “I missed you, bro,” she said. Feeling her in his arms, safe and secure, in one piece gave him hope that she would be just fine. “I missed you, too, sis. God, I was so worried about you. About all this shit with Andrei Renoke.”

  “I know. It will be okay, Porter,” she said, looking up into his eyes. He smiled and held her by his side until his own team members cleared their throats.

  “Aspen, hot damn, girl, you look amazing,” Piers said as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek then hugged her. Porter shook Storm’s hand and then Winter’s as the rest of his own men, Ren, Reid, and Silas took turns hugging Aspen hello and then joining in shaking everyone else’s hands.

  “So ya really got yourself into something good this time, huh, Aspen,” Silas said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and walking her away from everyone.

  “Nothing too bad, Silas,” she replied.

  “My sister India says otherwise,” he replied and continued to walk away with Aspen.

  “So, how was your flight? Did you get in last night on time?” Winter asked Porter.

  “Sure did. Got a good night’s sleep,” Ren said and then walked over toward York.

  “What are you making for lunch and dinner?” he asked and York chuckled.

  “You mean what are we making for lunch and dinner. Come on, let’s grab some beers for everyone and go out on the back porch,” York suggested. Porter watched Piers and Ren walk out of the room along with York and Zin. Winter, Weston, and Storm remained behind with Porter and Reid.